But I was wrong.
A Marriage Shadowed by Disapproval
From the moment I moved into their house after the wedding, nothing I did was good enough.
If I cooked, the food was “too salty.”
If I cleaned, she would run a finger across the furniture and sigh dramatically.
If I spoke, she corrected my words.
If I stayed silent, she accused me of being lazy.
She never praised anything.
Not once.
The real reason for her resentment was something she never tried to hide.